She’s Not As Pretty As You,” I

No Matter How Unappealing, Each Of Them Imagines He Is Somehow Worthy.

Just Because A Poet Said Something Didn’t Mean It Was True, Only That It Sounded Good.

If I Get Ideas Independently Of The Act Of Writing, They Never Really Fit. So For Me, There's No Hanging Out, Waiting For Inspiration.

I Took My Mother's Knife And Played Johnny Johnny Johnny On The Playhouse Floor. I Was Drunk, Stabbed Myself Every Few Throws. I Held My Hand Up And There Was Satisfaction At Seeing My Blood, The Way There Was When I Saw The Red Gouges Onmy Face That People Stared At And Turned Away. They Were Thinking I Was Beautiful, But They Were Wrong, Now They Could See How Ugly And Mutilated I Was.

To Know I Was Beautiful In His Eyes Made Me Beautiful.